"I think you ought to give your brother the credit of having the reputation of your family at heart.

If I had a brother, I had about as lief have him drown himself as desert from the army." "I don't call it deserting," replied Percy rather warmly.
"You can call it what you like, but that is what it was." "It is no use to talk with you about it.

Where are we going now ?" demanded Percy impatiently.
"We are going to look out for the Bellevite, and perhaps you can get on board her again," suggested Christy.
"Do you think I can ?" asked the deserter with renewed interest.
"I am afraid your brother will look out too sharply for you.

He has you now, and he will hold on this time." Christy had little sympathy for his companion.

He was an able-bodied young man of eighteen, with influence enough behind him to give him a good show in the ranks if he did his duty.